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Show Woodworth/193 off his mustache. "You can, Maybe," Warren says. She is shrinking, disappearing inside of herself. "I didn't mean it that way," Gary continues. "I think any guy can. It's just that there's so many more women than men here. Which is just the way I like it. There's a lot of horny women out there, and they need me to help them through their lonely nights." The tables have red and white table cloths, Marty notices. Not solid colors. The red has a white design on it. "You'll have to give me some pointers on your approach," Warren says. "You seem to be doing all right for yourself," The white designs are flowers, intricately drawn. "Well, is it easy for you to pick up guys in bars?" Rachael says, conversationally. She leans forward, out of Gary's arm. Marty swims towards her from under a mattress of alcohol. "Easy?" she repeats. "Yeah. Can you pick up a guy in every bar in town? I can. Of course, some of them are easier than others. Some of them are down right loose. But that's their problem, the way I see it. I mean, as long as they have it where it counts, I could care less what their morals are." Warren is looking at Rachael, polished, shiny, expectant. Rachael is looking at her, waiting for an answer- She smiles. Rachael. Always knows the right thing to say. No one is going to push Rachael around. Her head rotates of its_own accord. Looks at Gary. He is looking down, but raises his head to meet her eyes. "Do you care?" he says quietly, as if repeating Rachael's question. "About?" |
